The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1887-01-20
HOW THEY PLAYED IT.
a Base Ball Team that IL Manager Should
Secure.
(From the Miiwaulsco Wieconsin.l

| From the Milwaukee wisconsin)
If the dramatist who declared Il Quur,
ter of u cycle ago that ''much villainS
may bo vented i'll pudding, had stOOC
with Wisconsin reporter near the
vacant lot Mt the corner of Grand avenue
and Ninth street, yesterday afternoon,
he would have added: "NIuch humol
may be vented in three little colorcd
boys and two little white boys playing
ball" The game was u side issue to n
game in which larger boys were engaged
i'll the other part of the field. The
largest whito boy, who woro Il tight
plush corduroy suit, and the largest
colorcd boy were at the bat, playing
against the other three. The next largest
colored boy was catcher, while Il woolly-
headed, sable-skinnCd youmgStcr twirled
the sphere for the outside, and diminu-
tive white boy played the bases, short
stop and ficldcrs' positions. A still
smaller colorcd boy gambolcd around
home-platc and behind the catcher, get
ting generally i'll the way.
The white boy in corduroys went to
the bat rs the reporter came on the
scene. The pitcher asked him where he
wanted 1t, and when he said, HIigh
ball, threw it and struck the batter on
the foot. The catcher said "Dcad ball -
Ihe next ball WAS out Of reach, and the
8ambOhnB urchln ran after it, as it
bounded against the brick wall. The
catcher ran after it too, but the other
Tell upon the ball and fought for it,
while the man on second base ran around
and camc i'll. linen the catcher, whose
Up was short enough to show white
teeth, angnly cutlCd the littlo fellow on
the head with his fist, and obtained the
ball by force. The tiny coon was cvi-
IDENTITY half-mindcd to cry, but changed
his intention, and kicked at the catchcr's
shin. The folder, meanwhile, had be
gun to climb sapling which served as
1lrst base, and, missing his hold, had
scrapCd the skin of his wrist. The next
Dall was over the base, and the striker
hit II over the fence in left field. he
proceeded to run around the bases. The
fielder was beWaiing his sore wrist, and
the pitcher threw his hat on the ground
and stood on his head, facing second
base, and stuck out his tongue at the
base runner, while the catcher shouted
III treble, "Put her home. What yer
dong Jlmmyi' a bystupdcr threw the
ball over the fence, and it got in the
catchcrS hands i'll time to drive the
corduroy youngstcr back to third base.
When the ball WAS thrown TO the pitch
cr he lay down on his stomach upon it,
and cndcavorcd to induce the mun on
third to run i'll on the Supposition that
he had lost it. BY this time The fielder
had got to third, and when the ha@v-
runner started to run III The pitcher
threw the ball to third. Then the fielder
SAID he wouldn't play, and the pitcher
stood on his head and walked around on
his hands, making horrible grimaccs,
and the ball rolled under the fence,
Harmony was finally restored and the
game progressed. The pitcher threw
up his hat and yelled, ''Buttcriingcrs!'
every time the catcher missed foul tip,
and there was constant discussion be-
tween the batsman and catcher as to the
number Of strikes. The game remained
III statu quo when tho reporter left.